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Housesitting my mother’s house and my sister took the computer from there without telling me, so no internet. It’s funny how much i rely on it, especially in that it’s all i was planning to do. If i had known i would have planned otherwise. Yard work, pawing through old photos, a walk, patting cats and television got me through the time. Ho hum. Well back to the slaving. Here are the songs.
Wednesday: Ugly town – The Pastels

Thursday: Contra Jungle theme – Kyouhei Sada

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Million Tears

Million tears – The Pastels

Speaking of songs with a million versions. I posted the 12″ version before, so this time it will be the Kid Jensen session version from 1984. Unnecessary, but hey it exists and some of us find it thrilling that it does. Yes, i’m really cool…

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Something Going On – The Pastels

I watched Upside Down: The Creation Records Story last night and of course it wasn’t good enough for me. It wasn’t made for me. It should have been called “Breezy excerpts from the Creation Records story: Catalogue numbers 12, 15, 55, 57, 70, 73, 87, 96… blah, etc. with whatever drug stories interesting enough.” Primal Scream, Oasis. You get it. It was bound to be this way. I think i would need a 12 part mini-series dedicated to archival thoroughness and not box-office and DVD sales/ratings to be anywhere nearly satisfied. Who wants to hear the story of the Jasmine Minks, Biff Bang Pow!, The Bodines, or the Pastels’ Creation excursions? Oasis, that’s the cheese.

There were flyers and background audio of most of the bands i naively came for, and one line interviews from people who would pop up once only to be never heard from again, so i didn’t leave completely disappointed. Even the parts on Teenage Fanclub, Slowdive and My Bloody Valentine seemed to skim through. There just wasn’t enough time, and things might not have been compelling enough for the feature length. The perils of making by the numbers documentaries. I worry about the upcoming Sarah Records one.

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Million Tears

Million tears – The Pastels

? and the Mysterians sang of 96 tears, an oddly specific number that carries in its specificity that those tears were indeed real, tallied, felt, cried. The Pastels in 1984 raised the lachrymatorial ante: One million tears. Who’s to say that number is any less calculated than the Mysterians’? Is one million such an outrageous number? It is such a go-to hyperbolic number, but it is as likely to be a precise measurement as any. Time, significance, personal propensity for crying could all push the number of tears as high as a situation warrants.

So if Stephen says one million tears, one million tears it is. I believe it completely within the realm of a blubbering reality. The next time i cry i’ll be sure to keep count.

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Supposed to understand – The Pastels

Doo-be-doo Doo-be-doo Ba Ba Ba-da-da. Apparently that’s sung by the girls from Strawberry Switchblade, which, only knowing them from Since Yesterday and Trees and Flowers, i find incredible. I thought it was Aggi, and was all ready to attribute the greatest backing vocals in the history of music and their effect to her, but i guess she wasn’t in the group yet. Listening to those few Strawberry Switchblade songs i have, stripping the production and processing on their voices, singing for Stephen Pastel instead of Warner Records, i can kind of see it now. Small worlds, small scenes.

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Stay with me till morning – The Pastels

Yeah. This is nice. Exactly the kind of yearning, lost, pathetic, salvation found in one certain person detachment i want to carry myself with today.

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Heavens above – The Pastels

Ba baa ba ba badadada That’s love. Ba baa ba ba badadada Heavens above.

From the first Pastels record, the Songs For Children 7″, which as the singer from the Pooh Sticks has on tape, i have on mp3. “Pure popcorn,” as Stephen himself says. Sublime, dumb, brilliant, above (though i’m sure there was plenty) reproach pop music, which maps out the Pastels’ career perfectly, even foreshadowing the inevitable maturity because no band will stay this simple and great forever. I wonder if Stephen was even at this stage the dish he came to be, or if there was an awkward, gangly, uncrafted stage that he had to groom and act foppish his way out of.

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